The Dungeon Master's Training
His fingers moved with increasing speed.
I could no longer stand. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the floor.
My legs were spread wide, and though my moans grew louder, his fingers never ceased their work inside me.
"Aaaaaah! Haaaah! Nngghhh!"
Screams of pleasure tore from my throat. My entire body trembled as if seized by convulsions. My hair, soaked in sweat, clung to my face.
What is this? What is this unfathomable pleasure? What is this feeling?
I didn't need to look in a mirror to know my face was twisted in ecstasy. It was humiliating, yet the pleasure overwhelmed everything else.
No... isn't this a bit much? What on earth is this? The Master continued to rub my clitoris with his thumb.
The sensation made even my toes curl. No... I finally understood why people rubbed the clitoris like this when eating a woman out.
No, seriously, I’m going to die. It feels like that part of me is going to fall right off.
I screamed in my mind, but my body, addicted to the pleasure, thrashed even more violently.
Then, his fingers pulled out.
A sense of emptiness rushed in with a wet, sliding sound. The thick thumb that had been rubbing my clitoris and the fingers that had been ravaging my insides were gone.
"Haa... haa. Is... it. Over?"
As I gasped for air, the Master approached me again with a smirk.
"We need a comprehensive test to see if you’ve been properly remodeled."
With his massive cock standing tall, the Master announced he was going to conduct a comprehensive test.
"Now... it’s time for your body to truly accept pleasure."
The Dungeon Master’s voice dropped to a low rumble. His giant member... forced its way between my spread thighs.
"No... wait...! That...! Even so, this is...! Hnnngh...!"
I twisted my body in instinctive rejection.
No... no. I could handle the finger thing, but this... this is wrong.
Hey, you bastard. I’m the one who does the inserting. I’m not the one who gets inserted into. You, doing this to me... haa...
But his strength was overwhelming. My struggle was futile.
He laid me down, spread my legs wide, and pinned them down with his arms.
Then, his hard, vein-throbbing cock began to rub against my entrance, which was already dripping with slick.
After coating his member, he aligned it with my opening and began to push in slowly.
"Hey...!!!"
I screamed without meaning to.
You son of a bitch. How dare you. How dare you shove a piece of flesh like that into my body...
The pain was like being torn apart.
The feeling of something filling me up so tightly.
The strangeness of being completely filled. It felt as if the nerves deep inside me were screaming.
No... is this because the Master remodeled me? Or do other women feel this way too?
What is this bumpy, textured feeling inside? Is this why they say it makes you feel like you’re floating in the air?
My head spun.
My vision went white. The Dungeon Master’s 'thing' was inside me.
Every time it moved, every nerve inside me shrieked.
It hurt, it was strange... and... damn it...
At the same time,
It was unbelievably electrifying.
Squelch... squelch.
Every time his body moved back and forth, thrusting into me,
Every time the deep inside of me rang like a bell, a thrill shot through my entire body.
It was a wave of pleasure far more powerful than the sensation of fingers rubbing my clitoris or probing my insides.
The resistance and screams in my mind
Were quickly overwhelmed by the insane sensations my body was feeling.
"Cr... ah... aaaaah! Haa... haa... damn it... ah...! It hurts... but... ah...! It feels good."
Pleasure began to mingle with the moans that erupted from the pain.
Tears flowed, but I couldn't tell if they were from the pain or the ecstasy.
The Dungeon Master said nothing.
Squelch... squelch. Squelch.
Even with the sound of our skin sticking together, slick with overflowing fluids, he remained rhythmic.
He was working hard, moving back and forth as if he intended to kill me with that hardened member of his.
[Pleasure Power Source Operational Rate: 99%]
[System: Physical sensation acquisition complete. Subjugation system operation ready.]
My body arched like a bow.
My neck snapped back, and I let out a scream.
A wave of maddening pleasure swallowed me whole.
I could no longer resist, nor could I think. All I could do was feel.
Ah... damn it. It feels good. It really feels good.
Who am I? Where am I? It doesn't matter.
If only this pleasure, which I’ve never felt before, could last...
How much time had passed?
The pleasure and the movements that had been shaking my body came to a halt.
The Dungeon Master’s cock finally pulled out of me.
With the emptiness came a total drain of strength from my body. I collapsed limply to the floor.
My breath was ragged. My whole body was drenched in sweat, and my legs were trembling.
The Dungeon Master looked down at me. I couldn't read any emotion on his face, but his eyes looked satisfied.
He slowly leaned down and brushed my disheveled hair aside.
"That’s enough," his voice was softer than before.
"The remodeling of your body and your adaptation are complete. You have now adapted to the dungeon and begun to realize the power that pleasure holds."
[System: Body-System Synchronization 100%. Final threshold breached.]
[System: Acquired Skill 'Dungeon Empress's Senses'.]
He lifted my chin. My wet face was fully exposed.
"The preparation is finished. Your name is—Sia."
His gaze changed. It was now filled with anticipation for the next stage.
"Your body is now the most powerful source of pleasure in this dungeon, and the perfect tool to maintain it."
He lightly stroked my cheek. "You no longer need my help. You can do it yourself."
With his words, new information flooded into my mind.
[System: Acquired Skill 'Space Creation and Rearrangement'.]
[System: Skill Level Up 'Target Summoning and Subjugation'.]
Changing space at will, summoning desired targets...
The method to control everything according to my will. It felt as if the manual for the system had been downloaded entirely into my brain.
[System: Dungeon Master's mission complete. Subjugation system authority transferred to user 'Sia'.]
The Dungeon Master’s body slowly blurred. Like mist scattering, his form vanished.
"As the Dungeon Empress, build your empire. The moment it is complete, you will return to your world, Sia."
Once he had completely disappeared, I was the only one left in the space.
Soaked in sweat, covered in bodily fluids...
I slowly rose to my feet. My legs weren't perfectly steady yet, but I could walk.
I looked around. A part of the gloomy, dingy dungeon. Now, I could make this place... my own space.
I pictured the image I wanted in my mind.
How, and into what kind of place should I transform it?
A flashy, yet secret... my own arena. What would the Empress’s space be like, where the targets to be trained wouldn't dare to disobey?
[System: Reconstructing space according to user 'Sia's' will.]
The floor shifted, and walls began to rise.
Light poured in, and the cold air turned warm. In an instant, the surroundings changed into the image I had imagined.
Like an ancient Athenian amphitheater, with numerous spectator seats in front, a wide and plush bed below, various pieces of furniture, and countless devices to restrain targets.
And the Empress’s seat, from which I could look down upon it all.
"...Wow."
Really... this actually works. Everything was created exactly as I imagined.
Good. Then... now, who to call.
I caught my breath.
Time to call the first target.
Who? The system set the goal as 'Futanari Subjugation', but the Dungeon Master said I could call 'whoever I wanted'.
Whoever I wanted. Naturally...
Only one person came to mind.
It had to be her. The one person I had wanted to see in the flesh so badly.
I whispered her name softly. Like casting a spell.
"...Luna. Bring me Luna!"
My heart hammered like crazy. Will she really come? Here?
My ultimate bias, my goddess, the one I had longed for so much.
Not on a screen or a fan-cam, but right in front of my eyes... she’s coming to this space I created?
A flash of light erupted in the center of the room. With the intense light, a beautiful figure revealed herself.
The Luna I had dreamed of, the idol I had moaned over while watching fan-cams every night, was lying on the bed.
Wearing clothes that sparkled like a stage costume, her long, lustrous hair spread out... her beautiful face looked as peaceful as if she were asleep.
Gulp. Something hot welled up in my chest. I looked at her with trembling eyes.
She was beautiful. She was perfect. She was exactly as I had imagined. No, she was even more beautiful than I had imagined.
My legs shook. Is this a dream? No. It was too vivid.
Her long, slender legs. The legs I had always admired on stage.
But... under her skirt... between her legs...
Wait a minute.
Why... why is there... why...
A pretty face, a beautiful body. And beautiful between her legs...
In that space that I had always looked at, that empty space...
What is that?
My head spun.
My vision went blank.
The pleasure and shock I had felt from the Dungeon Master earlier, and the awakening of my new power... an overwhelming reality that made all of that seem distant unfolded before my eyes.
My Luna...
She’s a futanari!
-To be continued